C180 Conflict

"Move it, kid!"

Xiao Ling, walking ahead, caught the ire of a red-eyed man who lashed out at him with a whip.

Swish!

The whip sliced through the air, reaching Xiao Ling's back in an instant. Its many barbs could tear flesh and skin, a threat even to the most formidable martial cultivators.

"What a lunatic."

Xiao Ling's brow furrowed